because of rays

Through a crack in the bathroom window Awakened by the cold, is a sharp rectangle of light— Embedded in the brick of a wall across the street.

The rays will flood the ghostly black snicket With surgical yet ethereal light till It touches your house, the bricks breathe And it bounces back, and glitters in the reflection Of the tiny specks of skin-grease on my fingertips That will wipe away stars on the Plastic handle of the toothbrush.

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